Time has no meaning in the sacred place
There seated on ancient steeps is our memorial of existence
The rules and laws are different and steady
In that wondrous moment without limit
Where time has no meaning
A mere moment is all that is
It is a place no words have been used to prescribe
Power flows from this place not seen by mortal eye
But it is there right under our nose
It is while we pretend to live in the world of make believe
Many things have come from that place where time has no meaning
They come and are put into use by all and their scheming
They build towers to house those dreams that come into the real world
While reality sits out there in reality’s dank cold
Like a caper waiting to take its spoils of life
While looking into the great eternal void
There everything is contained and readied for release
To the imaginative who exist in the space where time is
But none sees the truth of reality yet
The pretense of being great
Has confounded even those who should have known
That inside the sacred space is a life all of its own
Keeping watch on everything that leaves the sacred
For the moment of time that houses all that was made
The story goes, time has no meaning
Until an unheard voice spoke light in the beginning
Weaving a trail of the knowledge of life in everything touched by time
And therefore the knowledge of time was constrained to the beginning.
But has no meaning in the end
